I used to really ride Patrick Kennedy about his Ambien-induced accident a few years ago. Based on family history, I assumed he was driving drunk and had the Capitol Police cover up for him.
As of this morning, I can tell you I believe his story, 100%.
It all stated a few days ago when Southern Beal posted this cute but annoying post. My wife overheard the irresistable song, and asked for the link. I sent it to her, and she came to me later that day and asked me to make it her ringtone.
Now, I just don’t believe in paying that big “V” wireless company everytime I want to change ringtones, so a couple of years ago, I found a work-around which involves sending a message with a sound attachment to your phone. With the big “V” company, you have to do it a certain way, or it won’t give you the option of making that sound your ringtone.
Anyway, I found a ringtone version of that oh-so-cutesy song, and last night I sent it to her phone. I knew it would be a while, because I didn’t convert the sound file to a lower bitrate.
So I waited. And waited. And then it was time for bed.
I told Lintilla to put the phone by the bed, and if the file arrived before my Ambien kicked in, I’d take care of the technical parts. I took my Ambien, and went to sleep.
This morning I called her to tell her I’d install the ringtone, and she answered saying that her co-worker really enjoyed her new ringtone.
“It’s installed?”, I asked.
“Of course it is, you did it.”
“Yes. I handed you the phone, and you made the song my ringtone.”
Folks, I have absolutely no recollection of doing this. Not even a sleepy, hazy memory. I do not remember it at all.
I don’t know if you know what it’s like to have people tell you about things you did the night before that you don’t remember (no matter how drunk I got in my 20’s, I always remembered it).
This is freaky-deaky.